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It’s crazy, but over time, Asher’s wellbeing has begun to feel like my own.
“Thank God. I thought you…you’d be locked up.” “And leave you up for grabs? Not going to happen, prom queen.”
Being in the center of Asher’s attention is like that, overwhelming and uncut.
“That’s what I want to do with you all the time, Reina. I want to dominate you, hurt you, but only so I can hear you scream in pleasure. I want to keep you, to have you, to play games with you, not against you. If you want nothing to do with me, it’d be the smarter choice. No one would blame you.”
I had an epiphany: life is too short to delay things. You never know what will happen tomorrow, so the present is all you get to make a difference.
“I love you, Ash. I always have.”
“I love you, too, Reina. You’re my first and last.”
“You’re my first and last too.” I retrieve the ring Reina gave me. “Now, give me a decent proposal, because I don’t remember the last one.”
My best friend, my husband, and my number one supporter.
Asher has never looked at another woman. Hell, he barely has time to take care of work and meet up with his friends due to his fixation on me. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve found him watching me intently, as if he doesn’t believe we’re actually together.
We were always parallel lines, but even parallel lines can collide and become one. It’s even more powerful than two lines meeting at only one point.
Reina Carson. I fall in love with that name the more I think about it.
It’s his way or the highway, and I love every second of it.
“Ash,” I whisper against his mouth. “I’m sleepy.” “You can’t bring up the idea of pregnancy then be sleepy.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I won’t stop until I put a baby inside you.”
God, this man. I love him so much, it’s mad.
